"Kuchiki-taichou." His voice wasn't it's normal rich timbre, dulled and flattened some. He stood to offer a slight bow, and while his movements still had a certain grace to them, there was a stiffness normally absent.

Tea was ready in the more casual common room rather than the meeting or rec room, in part because the chair Magneto favored was wedged against a corner and offered protection on two sides.